#nude maker

[anitasartstore]

♥ Reclining Nude ♥ ~ Handprinted art print ~ SHOP ~

[bikiniarmorbattledamage]

This is truly stiff competition for the worst case of willful false equivalence we've ever seen.

So, for those not aware: Ongoing embarrassment to gamers and the gaming industry, Mark Kern (former lead on FireFall), has been desperately trying to get Gamergate 2 going on X/Twitter... well after others have given up. If you need to get caught up on Mark, I recommend this video by documentary maker and experienced game developer, Dead Domain:

One of the latest fiascos in this mix has been the comparison of responses to character designs from Hades 2 (Aphrodite, left) and Stellar Blade (protagonist Eve, right). The post isn't by Mark, but is part of the general harassment campaign he's trying to lead.

If you're somehow not familiar with Aphrodite, she's the Ancient Greek goddess of love, lust and hot girl shit. It is absolutely perfect characterization for her to show up to a battle (or anything else) nude but for her hair teasingly covering the intimate parts of her body. But the buried lede here is, you don't fight her in Hades and nothing about Hades 2 indicates she'll fight there either, she just likes the aesthetic and has no reason not to indulge.

Stellar Blade will release on 26 April 2024, so we can't really give an informed discussion of her character. But what we do know is the studio head is the illustrator from Blade & Soul, Eve is described as being a member of "the 7th Airborne Squad" engaged in an "operation to reclaim the planet from the Naytiba", and the promotion material promises "an enthralling narrative filled with mature themes, mystery and revelation. Embrace the relentless pace, with no time to pause between moments where critical, story-changing decisions are made."

It's to be compared to games like Nier: Automata, Devil May Cry 5, Jedi: Fallen Order and Sekiro. And the screenshots look like this:

And yeah, unlike Bayonetta she's not supposed to be an unstoppable force of nature (and fashion) who is immune to self-doubt, she's supposed to be the scrappy underdog last survivor of her team.

Weird they gave her a costume that conveys... the opposite of literally everything they're supposed to be trying to tell you about her.

-wincenworks

[hikarry]

I'm a big apologist of Aziraphale/Wilde for jealous Crowley reasons and I do wish there were more fanfics about the topic. Or even not about Wilde, just the men in the gentleman's club. Crowley was supposedly asleep at the time but he is clever, he would figure it out somehow (memorabilia Aziraphale keeps in the bookshop, for example) but I don't think he would really bring it up. He would be jealous in silence.

On the other hand, I'm also an apologist of Crowley/Da Vinci. It's not everyone that has a bloody sketch of the Mona Lisa with the message "For my friend, Antonio" or something along those lines (I think it was written in Italian? I can't remember anymore). And Crowley has kept it in pristine condition for centuries!

By now, everyone knows Leo was queer, yes? Fantastic.

Crowley is attracted to art like music and statues, but you know what else? Engineering! Because he used to be a Star-Maker, and what was Leo besides an amazing artist? An engineer! Do you really think Crowley wouldn't be attracted as hell by his inventions? Especially the flying machine?

Now, with the idea that they knew each other and probably spent a lot of time together in the workshop and drinking and what not...well, have you looked at Crowley? He's gorgeous! And artists are attracted to pretty things. My headcanon is that Leo painted Crowley at least once.

Now, a good story would be if the painting was lost in time and eventually found and it made a tour through the best museums and made a stop in London, eventually.

Aziraphale would be excited, Crowley would be curious, and they would go together.

When they arrive in front of the painting Crowley goes very still and Aziraphale gasps.

"But! But that's you!"

"Mhnn eh how would I know? Plenty of red heads back then in Italy, I assure you."

Aziraphale points at the picture.

"I would recognize that face anywhere, Crowley!"

"Aw, angel, would you? What a flatterer."

"That's not the point! This painting...this painting is gorgeous. But aren't you a bit too...au naturel?"

"Agh, eh, I mean. Plenty of semi nude paintings to go around from that era."

"Yes, but in that case the artist and the muse were quite close." Gasp. "Anthony J Crowley, you had a...a thing with Leonardo Da Vinci?! While I was in Spain?!"

"Ngk. I wouldn't call it a thing. More like...a tiny thing."

So yeah, while Crowley is jealous on the inside, Aziraphale (especially if they were already in a relationship) would be very obvious about it and very vocal. Even petty if we want to go down that route.

"Please, angel, you've been avoiding me for 2 days."

"I refused to be kissed with the same lips that kissed Da Vinci."

"Oh yeah? What about your 'friend' Oscar Wilde?!"

Aziraphale gasps and blushes.

"Why the hell would you bring Wilde into this conversation?!"

Crowley steps closer.

"I know exactly what you did with him back in the 1800s. And yet I never complained did I?"

"...since when?"

"The 40s."

"And you never told me you knew?!"

"Because I don't care! I mean, I do, it hurt a little. A lot. But I got over it. That was a century ago, Aziraphale. And I have you now, don't I? I won in the end."

Sorry, I easily get sidetracked. My point is: more Crowley/Da Vinci fanfic or even art are needed.

[merakiui]

Lots of Admirers in NRC you say 👀 what if Tako wasnt the only Villain, in particular i could see Leona's Unique magic causing some interesting situations 🫣

👀 Housewardens and their Unique Magics, but it leads to unintentionally erotic situations for our poor magical girl. Leona's UM sanding your outfit down to the bare minimum, so it's just in very skimpy tatters. Trying to hide yourself while he just smirks so smugly at you, very much enjoying the sight. Showing up to your fight with Sea Merchant and his jaw drops because WHY ARE YOU NEARLY NAKED???????? How fair is this?! Not his fault he is a man with desires!!!!

Riddle's UM....... since the collar seals magic, what if it could potentially reveal your true identity to him? Riddle collars you, but your magical girl outfit disappears because it's all magic and the collar takes it away AND RIDDLE BEING TOO FLUSTERED TO REALLY GET A GOOD LOOK AT YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE COMPLETELY NUDE. T-T

Kalim's UM that absolutely soaks you and now your outfit is completely see-through and sticking to your skin, highlighting all of your assets. He didn't mean to use Oasis Maker right above you (yes, he did)! He's so sorry! Come back to Scarabia and let him get you some dry clothes.

Vil who curses something and you touch it, but it turns out the curse was a very powerful aphrodisiac. >:D he can't undo it until the conditions are met... surely you know what this means. 🤭

I like to imagine that any time there is nudity the tsums are just there to jump in and hide it as if it's comedic censorship in an anime. The temptation to write that into the story... too strong...

[ghostismybbygorl]

141 sleeping habits

Soap

He sleeps with 3 comforters, hella squish mellows he also has to have white noise to fall asleep

He is a restless sleeper he'll start on the right side of the bed and wake up upside down on the other side of bed

He sleep walks

He once made waffles and ate them in his sleep

Ghost watched the whole thing happen he has a video of it and uses it for black mail

He snores but like not bad bad, he usually snores if he ends up on his back

He wears a XL T-shirt to bed with a pair of loose fitting boxers

He's both a night and morning person. He has a set schedule where get gets up at 5 to work out but after that he'd go back to sleep and wake up at like 12, 1:00 ish. I feel like he stays up to 2 am at the most

Ghost

Chronic insomniac but with a cup of lavender mint tea, a weighted blanket and a pitch black room he'll sleep like the dead

He lies on his back with his hands on his stomach occasionally rolling over to his side

He's a very light sleeper if he hears footsteps or people talking outside his room he wont fall asleep

He sleeps with the mask on, a hoodie, and soft pajama bottoms

He usually wakes up without his mask cause he'll take it off in his sleep

He only sleeps with one plushie and thats the plague doctor plushie

We all know he's a night owl and he's asleep all day fuckers a vampire.

Price

Sounds like a whole ass chainsaw when he sleeps

Definitely has sleep apnea and uses those machines when he goes to bed

Like ghost he sleeps on his back with his arms crossed

HE SLEEPS IN HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT just butt ass naked

He sleeps with a thin ass blanket too he's always hot

He sleeps to night time nature sounds reminds him of camping

Hes got one of those temperpedic pillows

He goes to bed at 10:00 sharp and wakes up at 6 am every day

Gaz

He talks in his sleep

Price had a whole conversation with him one night and the next morning gaz did not know what he was talking about

He sleeps on his stomach with a pillow under his leg or curled up in fetus position

He sleeps with a hand made quilt that his mom made him (he also sleeps with his childhood blanket)

He uses one of those giant squish mellows as a pillow

He sleeps in either a tank top or shirtless with his breifts on rare occasions hell sleep nude

Gotta take melatonin to fall asleep and he has a white noise maker he brings along

He stays up till about 3 and will sleep in til 3 mans needs his beauty sleep to function

Fuck it lets do könig

König

Most of the beds dont fit him so he usually sleeps diagonally in fetal position

He likes the little tiny plushes he has a whole army of them

He has a body pillow (not one of THOSE body pillows) he likes to hold while he sleeps

He sleeps in pure silence

He doesnt wear his mask but he has the blanket over his head

He sleeps with those giant ass fluffy soft blankets

He sleeps shirtless with sweat pants or those cute pajama pants

He goes to bed at 10:00 and sleeps tile maybe 8 or 9

[scummy-writes]

Ikepri Suitors and their OnlyFans Account

This is silly, entirely based on messages in my server over the great Silvio Tit Block and jokes about OF following soon after, but I did put some thought into this!!! Just don't be upset if its odd, because while we all know chev would never have an OF in his life, it is fun imagining it 💭

We'll skip over the 'hows' and 'whys' here. We can pretend they're the princes of OF, and just what they specialize in.

Characters: Chev, Silvio, Gilbert, Clavis, Jin Keith

Chevalier

- There is a room lined with bookshelves, various titles glinting from the low light. In the center is a lavish lounge, and laid out across it is Chevalier. There is a robe draped across the back of it. Nothing on his person save for a book in his hands, which he calmly reads aloud.

- yeah. Chev just reads his romance books while nude on camera. It's a bit of asmr while getting nice eye candy

- a lot of comments in his page is about watching his erection, especially when he gets to a sex scene- people claim to see it twitch at parts, but they're never completely sure.

- rarely cums on camera. Usually reserved for higher tiers where they supply him with rare books that are difficult to find. Those videos focus on him in a different viewpoint, his breath heavy as he tries to control himself. Seeing precum drip down the length of his cock is a sight you'll want etched into your memory.

Clavis

- It's an adventure every time you view a new upload from him. Most of the time, he's testing out sex toys he's created, alongside any experimental lubes or mild aphrodisiacs. Other times, he's slowly fucking his fist or a fleshlight, whimpering out how much he loves his darling.

- his tendencies for being foolish are not entirely gone from here. They will show in the toy designs or follower requests he abides. He's done things such as drawing on himself with whip cream, trying to edge himself with vibrators, or see how long he can last without touching himself while taking his brand of aphrodisiac.

- there is a persona he has for his OF, a silly gentleman who is prone to trying to please his fans through his creations, but between the curated chaos there are softer videos of his. Ones where he sighs out praises and words of love, playing up a fantasy of being your loving husband, coaxing himself to cum on your command.

Jin

- His chest is his money maker. Of course, his whole body could be considered so, but he pays attention to the comments he receives, and he knows what his audience wants. There's many a picture and video of his body slicked with oil, hands squeezing his chest as he winks at the camera

- certainly has started off videos shirtless and in sweatpants, letting his erection strain against the fabric. He's came in his pants just a few times, as a treat to his fans every once in a while.

- lots of focus on him jerking off for the camera. Sometimes he's got the hem of his shirt in his mouth, jerking off while letting you soak in the rest of his body. Other times he's in the shower, soaping his body slowly, paying attention to his chest, laying out his best dirty talk with gentle chuckles and sighs.

- sometimes tests out some of Clavis' special creations, but not often. One dyed his palms and dick, and he's been more careful since.

Silvio

- Silvio is known for his money, and also his tits. Those days out at sea have caused his body to be toned delightfully, and when accentuated with the fine jewelry he wears, it wasn't a surprise that nudes of himself caused a stir among those who knew of him.

- despite how often he sleeps with women, he rarely has any with him in videos. Most of his content centers around tasteful photos of himself, lounging on furniture with jewelry adorning his figure. This account was how others found out just how many piercings he has litered along his body.

- in the few videos he has, the times he collaborates with someone is few and far inbetween. Those videos are often rough, a means to an end for both parties, and when Silvio cums he'll elect to do so on his partner's face when possible. Something in the way he does so, then takes their chin in his hand to survey his work, makes his fans go a bit wild. But outside of those videos, he's often jerking himself off. Slowly, taking his time chasing his pleasure. He'll hiss curses as he gets close to his orgasm, edging himself more and more until he can't take it anymore.

- there are rumors that if you post photos of his tits outside of his OF account, your account will be struck down immediately with an explicit marker. His chest is just too much for other sites to handle.

- carlos has to delete many comments stating "I can fix him", lest Silvio pop off.

Gilbert

- oddly, when you view his content, there is no comments on anything. It's as if you've found a diamond in the rough, a private profile not meant for others eyes. Yet Gilbert doesn't kick you off of the page, and you're surprised at the amount of content he produces for such little price.

- he focuses on different ways for himself to get off. His hand, various toys, trying to cum without touching his cock. Occasionally, he'll experiment with a kink you happen to enjoy, but never mentioned. All the while he asks if his 'little rabbit' is enjoying the show, panting with his chuckles. Watching him cum is a delight, as you get to see how breathless he becomes, how his hips jut as he works his cock to the point of overstimulation.

- at some point, he allows for you to make requests, and you're surprised at how willing he is to do anything you desire. It's a bit concerning, but it's difficult to worry about as he follows each request, looking at the camera as he teases you for asking such a thing of him.

- there's odd cum tributes that he'll upload, but you never understand exactly who they're for.

Keith

- Keith will never show his face on his account, terribly ashamed of what he's doing to begin with. He'll opt to wear a facemask with anything he does on the account, keeping his bangs messy often.

- his content varies at times, to the point of confusing his fans. Most of the time, there will be sparse uploads: videos where he is palming himself through his pants, getting off on the act of filming himself while apologizing. Its clear that this is a shy man, and those who view his content are confused as to why he's uploading. But most love the way his eyes water, how sometimes he'll pull his girthy cock out for them to see, coaxing himself through a rough orgasm.

- other times, those apologies are nowhere to be heard as Keith- still donned in a mask- shows his body with confidence. He'll look directly at the camera as he teases his thick cock, murmuring about how he wants to make them gag on his length, how he needs someones tight warmth milking him dry. In some videos, he'll treat a fleshlight as if its one of his subscribers- fingering it slowly and stretching it out, talking low and dirty to the camera about how much it's going to take for them to fit all of him inside, how he's going to have to train them to take his cock with ease.

Chev's, ironically, is inspired by someone I knew. They had an OF dedicated for doing the same thing, but no jacking off element. Meanwhile Silvio's funny blurb is due to @xbalayage getting temp marked as explicit due to trying to make her icon Silvio's tits, and thus caused this post to be born. The rest came about just through idle thinking. I'm aware that all of this is ooc, I'm not taking this as a serious piece and neither should you.

These were silly but fun, I hope yall enjoyed, even if it was just a chuckle!

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[mybeingthere]

In 2006, the artist Hayv Kahraman moved to the US, then occupying her homeland, Iraq, and began painting a woman who has been a fixture of her work ever since. With parchment-pale skin, a swoosh of raven hair, scarlet lips and strong brows, this figure recalls the characters set against unadorned backgrounds in 12th-century Baghdad’s miniature painting, while her apple-round breasts and cool, heavy-lidded gaze suggest a quattrocento nude, rendered with the clean lines of Japanese prints.

It is a composite identity its maker understands well. Kahraman was 11 when she was smuggled out of Iraq during the first Gulf war. Her family settled in Sweden, where she spent her teens; she now lives in Los Angeles. “As an immigrant, I’ve always felt on the periphery of society,” she says.

Watching her mother work as a translator for government agencies, Kahraman saw the demand for refugees to repeat their trauma. “It creates an economy of pain where suffering becomes a currency,” she says. “So how do we get unstuck? How do we not only survive but thrive?”

In the past 15 years she has used her painted women to investigate the refugee condition from often surprising angles. The figures have become contortionists; canvases have been sliced up and rewoven into abstract patterns, in an allegory of the fragmented nature of memory, culture and trauma. A recent Covid-centric series interrogated the martial language of immunology, in which the human fortress is seen to be “invaded” or “colonised” by foreign bodies.

https://www.theguardian.com/.../hayv-kahraman-i-was...

[swallowedbyfandom]

How to reassure via letter

Anthony Bridgerton,

Please come pick up our most whorish brother from my home immediately! Also please bring a complete change of clothing for him. His britches need to be soft and loose fitting. Something that will not rub against his sensitive bits. Per the doctor's orders.

How did this become my life? Why did I ever think marrying into your family was a good idea? Allow me to explain this current fiasco to you.

Benedict ridiculous lush that he is, was so foxed last night he could not locate his own bachelor quarters. He somehow managed to stumble across our home. That sounds harmless does it not? Fortunate even?

Considerate brother that he is, he opted not to knock on our door and disturb our household. He instead got the genius idea to scale over our garden wall. He somehow managed to injury his groin. Which led to him stripping nude to air out his injury. He fell asleep still nude of course in our gazebo. Unfortunately his bottom half was positioned in such a way that it was exposed to the morning sun for quite sometime. You can see where I am going with this.

Please stop laughing it gets worst, Ant.

My staff graciously relocated Ben and his burnt bits to our guest quarters to await the doctor. I was pulled from the nursery and told Mr. Bridgerton was injured in our gardens and need medical assistance. Not a single damn person thought to clarify that is was not my Mr. Bridgerton that was injured. So I strolled into the bedchamber as fast as can be without knocking. Only to be assaulted by the image of Ben spread eagle on the bed sun fried penis and scrotum on full display. My horrified scream brought Colin running to see what was attacking me.

Needless to say, Colin was not pleased Ben "exposed" himself to me. My possessive husband then felt the need to defend my honor. A bottle weary Ben is a mouthy trouble maker. Which led to a shouting match between the both of them. I left them unsupervised as there are some things a sister should never be witness to. The doctor arrived shortly there after. By then he had to treat Ben for sunburn, dehydration, and a black eye.

I have two full grown belligerent Bridgertons in my home. I also have two belligerent infant Bridgertons in my home. Which do you think are causing me the most grief this morning? I cannot deal with these two today, the children are teething. Sort this out!

Your most traumatized sister,

Pen

P.S. The doctor prescribed a burn paste. Ben is refusing to reapply it. He claims it burns too much. I leave this in your hands!

(Card attached to floral arrangement)

Sister,

I apologize that your eyes were so ill treated this morning.

Regretfully, I have seen Ben in worst conditions.

On the bright side, this is prime sibling blackmail material.

Mirthfully,

Ant

(Card attached to floral arrangement)

Sister,

I promise to never pass out nude in your gardens again.

Tell my brother he is evil for setting mother on me.

Love,

Ben

[geekforhorror]

hey heyyy

I be thinking about… sending ani photos and holovids while he’s off-world of yourself in absolutely jaw dropping underwear or even nothing at all, posing yourself in scandalous positions he should be indulging in, recording you fucking yourself with your fingers or a vibrator or dildo and accentuating your moans and whines just for his pleasure!!! And he’s so fucking mad about it but he can’t help but love you for all you do for him just to jack off to 👹

stargirl

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), just downright filth, mutual masturbation, needy ani, sending nudes, fingering (fem!receiving), teasing, dirty talk, pet names, slight fluff.

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It was absolute torture.

You were on a mission in the outer rim without him and it was really getting to Anakin. He missed being in your presence. He missed the way you smelled, the way you smiled, and most importantly, the way your skin felt against his. He would give anything to touch you right now. Surely he could wait until you got back, right? There was only one tiny problem with that. You wouldn't be back for another 2 days or so. For anyone else, 2 days was nothing, but for Anakin, it showed him just how low his self-control and need were. He missed the noises you let slip from your mouth when he was fucking you, the way you were so cock drunk for him, how you sank your nails in his back, just begging for more. You knew of this too considering all of the needy messages he had sent you. The messages would read something along the lines of "Missing you so much, angel," or even as straight up as "I want to run my hands all over that pretty little body of yours while I'm fucking you senseless". Needless to say, he was desperate.

The sound of his holopad going off sent him back to the harsh reality of him not being with you. The sound alone had sent him racing over toward the holoprojector to place it on. Once he places it accordingly onto the platform, he clicks on your contact to see if you were the one who had texted him. He's not surprised that it was you, but he was surprised at the fact it took you so long to respond to his filthy texts. He noticed something unusual though. Instead of just sending him a cheeky text, you sent him a video with a black cover preview. Intrigued, he sits down on his bed before clicking on the video and hitting play. It takes a few seconds before he sees you enter the frame and what he’s met with takes his breath away.

There you are, laying on a bed in what seems to be one of his favorite lingerie sets of his, which he bought, of course. It was a pink lace set and it looked absolutely beautiful on you, which is why he picked it out. It was made out of rather see through material which exposed your hard nipples through it. As you were laying on the bed, he saw your hand come dangerously close toward your clothed pussy.

There was no way you were going to do this to him… Right? You wouldn’t dare. He was proved wrong when you slipped your panties off of your body before rubbing harsh circles against your bare clit, breathily gasping as you did so. Your pace started to quicken within mere seconds and maker— it was intoxicating to watch. Anakin felt himself grow hard underneath his pants, causing him to let out a slight hiss. This was going to be painful for his cock knowing that he couldn’t fulfill your needs right now. He would give anything to feel himself inside your and squeeze him while he’s roughly thrusting into your tight cunt.

You carry on, getting closer just from imagining that it was Anakin who was pleasuring you like that. That’s what made it so fun. Anakin probably thought that you were just teasing him for your own sake, but he didn’t know that you were also doing it because you missed him. You missed the way he finger fucked you with no mercy, the way he curled his long slender fingers into your spongey cunt. All of a sudden, his ears were filled with the loudest moans ever which causes him to unbuckle his pants in an attempt to release his cock from the confinement of his boxers. He successfully does so and starts pumping away at the base of his erected cock while still looking at the sight in front of him.

“Ani-,” you whined, knowing he would get off on hearing that. Everything you said and did had a purpose, which was evident right now as he quickened his sloppy pace. You then slid two fingers inside you without any hesitation, causing you to feel a delightful stretch deep inside your pussy as you start to curl them. Despite this, they didn’t fill you up quite as much as his fingers or his cock.

“Need your fingers…Need your fat cock… mmph,” you let out with a pornographic moan. It was like you knew what he needed to hear despite the video being prerecorded. You slowly repositioned yourself, now facing the camera directly and opening your legs even further so he could see every inch of you that he wanted to touch whether it was with his tongue or fingers. You set an even faster pace than the one before which caused you to throw your head back in ecstasy. Kriff, you were good at this game.

‘I should be the one making you feel like that,’ Anakin thought to himself.

Within seconds, you released all over your thighs, showing him the extent of your sticky arousal. It was like you hit the jackpot because before he knew it, he came around his hand, now panting harder than ever. The feeling was short lived as he was met with new ones. Arousal, shame, anger, and a sense of love. Aroused at the fact he could see you like this despite being many planets away right now, ashamed that he came so easily just from hearing your moans as you fingered yourself, angry because you had left him wanting more instead of just coming around his own hand, and loved the fact that you did this all for him.

Just when he thought it was over, you sent him a message you knew would make him want to travel to the outer rim just to fuck you senseless and put you in your place. He pulls his pants up and walks over to the holoprojecter before removing the holopad from it.

“Like what you saw?” the message read, letting him know that you saw he opened the video.

Anakin felt his jaw clench just the slightest bit when he read it. Now he knew that you knew what the fuck you were doing to him.

“I like what I saw, but you’re such a fucking tease angel,” he types out before hitting send.

Within mere seconds of him responding, you had opened his message with a cunning grin stuck on your face.

“Is that so?” you replied, not knowing what you were about to get yourself into.

As soon as he saw what you had written back, he devised a plan of his own. This would be his payback. He takes his holopad with him as he makes it back to his bed. Anakin throws it aside as he pulls his pants down once more to start his plan. He pulls his still hard dick out of his boxers and grabs the device with his other hand. He angles the camera so that it’s directly over his hard on, letting you see everything. He taps the dot on the screen to capture the picture. Once he thinks it’s good to send, he clicks the ‘send’ button, now eager to see your response. He doesn’t want to stop there though. He decided to caption it to make this teasing game just as agonizing for you.

“See for yourself baby,” he types.

Send.

He puts his hard on back into his boxers, waiting for your response in triumph. The screen had lit up just moments after, letting him know he won. He wish he could see the look on your pretty face once you saw what he had sent. It was a rather flustered one, one that made your cheeks pink.

“All for me Ani? Maker, I miss your cock,” you type out, feeling the heat rise between your legs again.

He looks at the message and lets out a groan at your words.

This was going to be a long and painful night.

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tag: @jellydodger

[im-yn-suckers]

virgin mary?

delinquent niki x student reader

warnings-high school bullies, mention of inappropriate things (sex, lingerie, gangs,) underage drinking, and crying

you were a good student, good grades, good looks, and you were a virgin, surprise. you were known for not having any bodies, while the people bullied you, well, weren't virgins. you dressed much more modestly than the others, who wore tube tops and shorts that exposed their behind.

but why?

oh, the reason in simple. you were bullied for your body, nothing was wrong with it, it was beautiful, but Yuna and her gang gaslighted you into thinking you were ugly when you were freshmen. it went from wearing crop tops and short ish skirts to jeans and long sleeved tops that covered your entire body. up until senior year.

now niki was a trouble maker but only sometimes. in school, he was a straight A student and got in trouble often but not enough that he got suspended or expelled. one day, he got called to the principals office

'so, the janitors found this in your locker last night. Yunho said you and some others were drinking after school hours' he placed 4 beer bottles on his desk and sighed. 'you wont be suspended or expelled, but you have to clean between classes and tutor on saturday mornings at 8 am here at school.' he scoffed at the principal and left.

saturday morning comes and the bus picks him up, ten minutes later, you get on the bus. he watched in admiration as you picked up a book. he talks to you and you become friends.

over time, you trust him more and you know he wont pressure you to anything. one day at lunch, Yuna's friend, Yujin, talks to you/

'you know, youd be so much prettier if you bought makeup, but in he nicest way possible. youre just so cute and.... innocent. eat lunch with me!'

she grabbed your wrist, forcing you to follow. you get there and everyone stares at you, gasping and whispering. Haechan and Minji are making out, like always and they come up to you, staring.

you look at the paper in Yujins hand and tear fill your eyes. they edited a picture of you. they cut out the face of a lingerie model, wearing a hot pink set of lingerie, posing in a way that shows her cleavage and behind, replacing it with yours.

the picture said 'virgin mary? maybe not!' you backed up and ran, bumping into nikis chest as he pulls you into a hug.

'hey, hey, shh its okay im here' he reassures you its alright without even knowing whats happening. he walks to Yujin and snatches the paper.

'no wonder you guys have been so close these days, youve got little virgin mary give it up to you and send you nude photos.' Haechan scoffs and goes back to making out with his girlfriend.

niki punches him in the face and runs away with you, taking you to his car.

'hey, hey, look, its okay. theyre just a bunch of shitheads who are insecure'

you sobbed into his shoulder and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

'i love you, riki' you let out a sob almost immediately.

'i love you too'

a few moments of silence go by and he speaks up

'hey, theres stil three hours until we go home, wanna drive around?'

you nod slowly and get in the car. you drive around the neighborhood and get some lunch, due to not being able to eat because of the whole fiasco.

he confesses his true feelings, not daring to make eye contact. you reciprocate and kiss him, cleaning up your food. he drove you home and you flopped on you bed thinking, 'the worst and best day of my life'

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — dollification (specifically the ‘porcelain doll’ treatment). dom!shang tsung. porcelain doll!reader. praise kink. crossdressing(?). stripping. size kink. reader isn’t an actual doll btw!

a/n: hey! sorry i missed out the last five days, i was busy ;-; regardless, im back with shang tsung yet again and a kink that i haven’t seen any content of on here. i had fun writing this (especially with shang tsung) so please, enjoy! 🫶🏼

Shang Tsung adored his little dollie, sitting in front of him on the red, velvety examination bench. You were completely still, with the only thing moving is your legs. Your once superior—now fiancé—bent down to tighten the straps of your dolly shoes till they fit snug on your feet.

You were his masterpiece, a fragile thing made of glass eyes and a heart made of yarn. Your skin, porcelain with tiny imperfections that Shang Tsung left on you as he loved them too much to remove. However, besides the adorable and docile appearance you adorned on your face, you were utterly devoted to your maker.

Even if there was a more twisted side of him, one that is only shown behind locked doors.

His hands began to run up your legs, gently squeezing your calf before reaching your thighs. Through this, you still remained stone face with only slight twitches and your doll-like eyes resting a bit as you watched your lover worship the skin your in. His fingers hooked onto the hem of your skirt, quickly pulling it down. You already knew what he wanted, and you already were playing your part.

“My love, my beautiful boy. I can’t get enough of you, you’re my perfect doll—so fucking perfect.”

He whispers in your ear, pressing his body against yours. He was so much larger and taller then you, making it way too easy for him to tip you over. But he caught you before you could fall and hurt yourself.

Gently, he laid you down. You were completely still as Shang Tsung began to strip you of your garments. The lacey top he put you in slipped off of your body, exposing your nude state. The only thing you had was a ribbon around your marked up neck from last week. The thigh high stockings hugging the flesh of your thighs, putting the focus on your weeping cunny. Needy and desperate for your maker.

Yet you never showed a shred of emotion, only your dilated pupils staring up at Shang Tsung. Although, he knew that eyes don’t lie. He looked down at your pouty lips, trembling with the urge to beg. Beg for his cock to tear you open while his hands bruised your skin, all while ruining your guts to your desire.

But he would never. Not to his porcelain doll.

His fingertips ghosted over your cheek as he slowly sunk deep into your cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth forming an “o” shape as a breathy moan slipped out from your throat. Immediately, he crept his fingers into your mouth, silently encouraging you to suck on them.

You watched as your maker pumped his cock in and out of you, savoring every inch. You continued to hold still, your body rocking up the table from how hard Shang Tsung was fucking you, all while trying not to bite down on his fingers.

You were also quite, with small mewls and breathy moans being the only thing coming out of your mouth. Usually, your maker would be pleased. Quite and obedient, without making a fuss of things. However, Shang Tsung must’ve grown bored of your usually docile state and wanted to see a new side of you, if you were willing. With an iron grip and a quick slap to the thigh, you yelped and immediately covered your mouth. For the first time, your stone face finally shattered and your dolly eyes were syrupy and wide from shock.

“No no, don’t be shy y/n—I want to hear you better then before.”

He commanded, pulling your hand away and placing it back onto your hips before lifting them up and rapidly fucking you. He leans over you, while you gripped his shoulders and cried out his name. Underneath him, you felt so small and helpless, only able to take his cock and cling onto dear life. Cut off whines and sobs for more as he inches closer and closer to his orgasm, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and needy.

“Ah—ah—ah—‘m gonna..!”

You were cut off when Shang Tsung cupped your face and captured your lips with his, swallowing your sobs as you came hard. Your legs shook, your toes curling while you simply melted under the foreign feeling of an orgasm this intense. You couldn’t even recover from the afterglow when you suddenly felt a hot sensation fill your cunt, realizing your maker was—once again—breeding you to the brim like the good doll you are.

Shang Tsung stared down at you, a grin painting his face at the sight. Tears stained your cheeks as your eyes were still watering. Your pouty lips were glossy and swollen from his aggressive kisses and your body trembled still. He wished he could just bury his dick in you forever, but he reluctantly pulled out and scooped you into his arms.

“You did so good today doll, what would I ever do without you..?”

He cooed, carrying you away to touch up and place you somewhere where he can admire his creation, while you just sit still and be the good porcelain doll you were ment to be.

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[plethoraworldatlas]

Anthony Po's video is worse than you thought

This video actually looks at and breaks down Anthony Po's infamous video in deep detail and wow is it worse than JUST recording sexual activities without consent.

Starts with revealing that Anthony made a fake "furry identity" where his idea of what a furry is was a raging classist, sexist, ableist fatophobe who was very much a "annoying autistic" caricature from 2000s "humor".

He also decided it was a funny joke to make said fake furry influencer a registered sex offender and zoophile ("joking" about how he wasn't allowed near schools and making a whole TikTok where the "joke" was him stalking a man because he wanted to assault his dog)

Probably Used AI generated images for the "art" he had of his fake character

Bought an incredibly affordable for what it was pre-made fursuit and just spent the whole video talking trash on it and the maker and artist of it

Talked zero about any art or artists he "used". In fact, he didn't speak about the art side of furry Fandom AT ALL

The whole video is filled with 2000s Homophobia and not once does he mention the amount of LGBT+ furries or even says the word gay at all, despite the fact the entire goal of the video is violating the privacy of LGBT people and recording their sex acts for sensationalism.

He mentions once how a large part of the Fandom is neurodivergent, but in a way that sounds like "haha, the reason they're all cringe weirdos is because they're mental". Also dips into Homophobia and infantilizing neurodivergent LGBT people

He pretends to join a famous furry news site to get a con press pass, ghosts the news team after one email, uses their badge to get people to let him interview them, takes credit for a feelgood article he didn't write, generally disrespects the new site he took advantage of for their reputation

Speaking of, he interviewed people (again posing as a trusted journalist) but cut out nearly all the interviews about the Fandom because people weren't giving him what he wanted (he wanted to play a scare cord when someone said something sexual but no one did because obviously) so he skips by all of it except the parts he makes fun of for being neurodivergent people

He tries out for the dance competition, solely because he needs a B plot for his video and he thinks it will get him invited to "sex parties", doesn't practice at all, is shocked he doesn't make it, then crashes the competition anyway to utter silence of the crowd and doesn't even watch other dancers and just leaves the con after

Another thing is him constantly conflating "room parties" the sexual thing he treats like a big secret and is looking to film, and any kind of furry event or party whatsoever. So he treats all furry events like they're sex events in editing. Trying to make it seem like there's no divide between sfw and NSFW events

He flat out LIES about Con dealers den policy to make it seem like Kids are gonna see porn because THINK OF THE CHILDREN (LITERALLY AN UNIRONICALLY). Literally lies and says "8 year Olds can just go to the dealers den and buy porn" when in reality you need ID and a badge (which also requires ID) to get into, the dealer who's product they show off having obvious +18 markers on everything

Homophobia looking at obviously gay porn magazines

Passes out tacky "invite me to sex party" business cards, at the end of the video announces he's selling them (at ridiculous prices). Said sales of leftover cards would more than surpass the amount of money he donated to the Trevor project as an "apology". He also made the video a charity video to deflect blame, even though it has generated zero donations other than what he donated and not addressing the actual issues with the video

Asks to be part of Gay group chats planning the parties he is after and is Homophobic and surprised they are gay and talk about sex. Mock people's bodies and nudes and is disgusted by gay sexuality as a joke.

Jokes about how he's gonna be molested/forced by "older predators" when he actually goes to the parties for consensual sex. "Gays are predators/groomers and rapists" Homophobia abound

recording a room party without consent, using the footage to have an animated verison created for his video

Recording a room party with consent for personal private viewing, BUT NOT CONSENT TO BE USED IN A PUBLIC YOUTUBE VIDEO. This is the video he shows in the original video

Pretending to wrap the video up with a feel good message, despite literally everything he did being shit

[thrawns-babygirl]

Hello there lovely, is there any chance that you could write something - anything really idc if it's a drabble, hc or oneshot- involving tatted Crosshair and his send nudes tattoo?

No pressure of course. love your stuff and keep it up^^

have a nice day <3

This was only meant to be a drabble but I got carried away.

And yes I know this fic starts off almost identically to one of my other fics (I think it was one of the follower celebration ones) but for this specific fic I needed to reuse an old trope dont @ me please I've had writers block （；¬＿¬)

This is also another one of my classic medic!reader fics because I wanted it to be gender neutral and doc is the easiest gender neutral nickname I can come up with.

I am not a creative person lmao.

anywho, this is based off of @cloned-eyes absolutely sinful art, which is honestly some of my favorite Crosshair art of all time.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Sexting (I think that's it lmao) Words: 2200+

Been a while since ive written anything this long so i hope my writing is still up to snuff

Masterlist

Where could he be? Where on this maker forsaken facility could he possibly be? You storm through the halls of Kamino looking for Wrecker, the errant clone needing to come and see you for updates to his immunisations before he or the rest of clone force 99 are allowed back out into the field.

It’s not surprising that he’s avoiding you, out of all of them, Wrecker is by far the worst with needles. The man can’t stand them, avoids you like the plague when he knows that it’s time to keep his vaccinations up to date and for what its worth you can’t really blame him. No one enjoys needles.

You huff and place your hands on your hips as you think about where the lovable giant could possibly be. You’ve already checked the mess, the armoury, the Marauder and the training centres with zero sign of him. When you got to the marauder Tech just gave you that look that says, “I understand you need to find him but I’m not going to rat him out” and while you often applaud clones for their loyalty to one another, when it stops you from doing your job it makes you want to rip your own hair out in frustration.

You make your way over towards their barracks, hoping and praying to whatever deities that will listen that you’ll find him and be able to get on with the rest of your job. You take a deep breath, standing out the front of their doors, before keying in your medical override and stepping inside.

You don’t find wrecker, and you wish you had knocked.

Standing in front of you is Crosshair, in just a towel, dark lines of ink on full display over his tanned body. You’ve never actually seen him without his shirt on before, never needed to. The sniper usually manages to stay out of trouble and doesn’t need any assistance when the boys return to Kamino so you had no idea he was covered in tattoos.  

You run your eyes over his chest, taking in all the impressive art that litters his toned form. The silhouette of his beloved 773 Firepuncher that stretches along his chest, the artfully done letters of aurebesh that stretch above his stomach, the other smaller words and phrases that extend down his hips, tantalizingly low, slightly obscured by the fabric of the towel that’s gripped in his left hand.

You run your eyes up his arm towards his face, knowing that he’s going to be wearing that sickeningly infuriating smirk of his and wanting to avoid the cliché “Like what you see?” you know he’s going to drawl at you like you’re in some terrible holodrama.

As you brace yourself to face him, your eyes catch on a single phrase tattooed on his left arm, slightly more patchy and faded than his other ink as if it were the result of a drunken night out in some shady tattoo parlour in the Uscru District of Coruscant. Two simple words that have a profound effect on your physiology causing even more heat to rush to your face, deepening the blush that you know is already far too pronounced on your cheeks and ears.

“Send Nudes”

You finally have the courage to snap your eyes up to his and just as you expected you’re greeted by his frustratingly handsome smirk, his eyes boring into yours, as if he’s waiting for you to say something, as if this is going to be the final nail in the coffin for your poorly hidden mutual attraction to one another that’s been simmering the last few cycles that’s threatening to reach boiling point as you maintain eye contact.

You lamely open and close your mouth trying to find something to say to the barely covered man in front of you before he decides to end your suffering, breaking the silence with the just as cliché “See something you like doc?” he raises an eyebrow at you before walking over towards his bunk, reaching into a pouch on his discarded armour and producing a toothpick, slipping it between his lips as he looks you up and down.

“I um-” you finally look away from him, suddenly finding the old training posters above his bed intensely interesting trying to figure out what to say to him as if you weren’t just ogling his naked chest and arms for an unprofessionally long amount of time.

You clear your throat “I was just looking for Wrecker… he needs his shots” your eyes dart around the room, avoiding his smug, self-satisfied face for as long as humanly possible.

You cringe at how your voice falters, yours and Crosshair’s interactions are always a battle of wits and snark, constantly trying to one up each other as the rest of the batch endeavour to ignore your vague attempts at flirting with one another. Both of you trying your best to goad the other into making the first move, dancing around the invisible line you’ve both drawn in the sand but never crossed.

From the corner of your eye, you see him walk towards you, you see his arm adjusting the towel around his hips and your eyes are drawn to that stupid tattoo on his arm again, the one that makes you want to throw professionalism out the window and jump his bones regardless of any regulations or rules that would get in the way and muddy the waters.

“Wrecker’s not here” his voice has dropped an octave, as if getting you alone in his room has made him realise that there is nothing physical stopping the two of you from muddying the waters of your relationship and taking that final step. You swallow the saliva that’s started pooling in your mouth, attempting to remind yourself that you’re on duty, you’re in the barracks, any one of the rest of his squad could walk through those doors at any moment an interrupt whatever lewd and improper things you both want to do to one another.

While you were wrestling with your own thoughts and feelings you miss how close he’s managed to get to you, his silent footsteps bringing him directly in front of you and you stare up at him. Has he always been this tall? You lock eyes with him, neither of you saying anything as you just stare at one another, each of you silently willing the other to close the distance between the two of you and take the leap.

He begins moving his face closer to yours, his warm breath brushing over your face, it smells minty you vaguely register as you move your face closer to his, closing your eyes and the distance between the two of you when suddenly you hear loud, boisterous laughter approaching from the other side of the door.

You curse under your breath. Despite this being the whole reason you’re in the barracks to begin with, you would give anything for a few more moments alone with Crosshair. Both of you pull away from one another, Crosshair grabbing a spare change of blacks and walking back into the refresher before the door to the barracks opens and you see the wayward clone himself stare at you with wide eyes. He knows he’s got nowhere to run now as you fix him with a glare that one would assume is because of the amount of time and effort you put into finding him and not because of the fact he just interrupted… whatever was about to happen between you and Crosshair.

You walk out of the barracks with Wrecker in tow, attempting to push whatever it was that was happening with Crosshair to the back of your mind, at least for now.

After another few hours on duty, you finally return to your quarters, sore exhausted and replaying the interaction you had with Crosshair over and over again in your mind. No matter how you try to distract yourself, whenever you close your eyes, you see the dark lines of ink that cover his sculpted body. Does he have more tattoos? Do the go lower? You mind is reeling, and you can’t focus on anything else, you can’t even sleep all you can think about is stupid Crosshair with his stupid tattoos and that stupid send nudes tattoo he has on his stupid arm.

You sigh, picking up your datapad in a vague attempt at tricking your brain into doing something productive when you get an idea. Arguably a terrible and stupid idea that could have a negative affect on your career but… an idea, nonetheless. Sighing and shaking your head you throw your datapad down onto your bed as you stand up to take a shower.

No… this is a terrible idea.

You undress and stare at yourself in the mirror. Maybe… its not a terrible idea? Your mind keeps going back to his tattoos and you decide to throw caution to the wind. Walking back into your bedroom you snatch up your datapad and open an encoded chat with Crosshair’s personal frequency double and triple checking the recipient to make sure what you’re about to do doesn’t end up in the wrong hands before steeling your nerves and standing in front of the mirror. The lighting isn’t the most flattering but you don’t let yourself dwell on that for too long before you strike what you hope is an appealing pose and taking a series of pictures, attempting to highlight your assets.

You flick through the pictures selecting the ones you think are the most flattering and before you have a chance to second guess yourself you send them through to Crosshair with the caption “As instructed”.

You wait for a moment, encrypted chats don’t have notifications for when the recipient has seen the messages so you wait with baited breath for a response. When one doesn’t come immediately you throw your datapad down onto your bed and run your hand through your hair, deciding that maybe he’s just not looking at his datapad right now you finally take your shower, attempting to wash away your nerves and embarrassment, pushing your fear of rejection out of your head as you let the warm spray wash over you.

When you exit the shower and towel yourself off you look at your datapad and see a reply from Crosshair. Your breath catches in your throat as you move to open the message and see that it comes with an attachment.

Holding your breath, you open the attachment only to be greeted by a picture of Crosshair, standing in the refresher in his barracks, wearing only a pair of loose fitting black pants that are pulled down to his thighs revealing what can only be described as the nicest cock you have ever seen. You’ve never thought that cocks were attractive before, but somehow he’s managed to change your mind. It’s long and thick and the way his slender fingers wrap around his girth makes your mouth water.

After spending far too much time searing the sight of it into your memory you read the text that he sent along with the photo just one simple word; “More”.

You dive into bed, datapad in one hand, legs spread however before you get a chance to take and pictures you receive another message from Crosshair, this time there is no text, only a video. You open it and press play.

You watch in pure delight as the recording of Crosshair’s hand moves over his hard, weeping length, his fingers tightening as he gets to the tip creating more pressure around the head. Small sighs and choked breaths can be heard from the audio as his hand works his cock and just as the video ends you swear you hear a whisper of your name.

You scramble to return the favour, attempting to capture the best possible angle as you manoeuvre one hand down between your legs to begin working yourself over. You have the luxury of not needing to share your living space with anyone, so you put on a bit of a show, moaning and whimpering and gasping his name as you touch yourself and push yourself over the edge with a final long moan of his name. Your chest rising and falling as you hit send before you can change your mind or second guess yourself.

Not long after that you receive the final video of the night, your mouth waters and you can feel heat rushing down south again as you watch Crosshair vigorously stroking his cock, muffled gasps and groans coming from his end as he works himself, the head of his cock is so red it’s almost purple and you can see beads of precum leaking out of the tip and running onto his hands as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. You watch as he bites his lip, face contorting in pleasure as the lines of ink on his skin move with the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to stay quiet.

He screws his eyes shut and bites his lip so hard you think you see him break the skin, as he stifles a moan of your name, spilling ropes of cum over himself, his hand and his chest, panting before the video ends.

You get one other message from him on the encrypted channel.

>Might need to see you in medbay tomorrow for a busted lip

@where-is-my-mind-tho@antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@ilovestarwarsmen725@vincentferard

[call-sign-shark]

Following the heart-wrenching posts of @red-riding-wood, @kittenonpluto and @aurorag98 I feel like I have to write this. By no means I have experienced traumatizing interactions with @mrkdvidal1989 aka Killian Vidal but this whole situation and what he did to girls here make me enraged.

First of all, I want to reassure all the beloved mutuals who have been reaching out to me or who have been worried about my well-being because they saw me interacting a few times with Killian. I am perfectly fine and I'm not much here this week because I have been working a lot.

As for my relationship with Killian... Well, we were barely talking to each other actually. I know I am bad at replying to my DMs but this is not the reason why I ghosted him -- I purposefully did so because, like many of you, the guy gave me the biggest red flags. We talked a few times, and he called me hot when he saw the gym pics/selfies I posted. He quickly suggested we meet together to go to the gym and watch horror movies during my stay in the UK and to this I replied positively while knowing I would never ever do so. Right from the start I suspected him to be a liar and I felt he had built up everything about his life. Also, I come from a military family with many relatives working in special units of the French Navy, and let me tell you something: I screamed at the thought of a former soldier (from the SAS!! lmao) spending all of his time writing reader-insert fanfic for a female audience and discussing with Cillian fangirls. I don't say it's impossible, but it's VERY unlikely.

To me, Killian was just an attention-seeking catfish I'd never meet and who I found both boring and childish. In my opinion, I thought he just wanted to have a small court around him to strut around, nothing more. I tried to search for info about him to warn people, I mean I even doubted he was a man... However, I found nothing plus he seemed to be IRL friends with a few mutuals here who actually chatted with him via phone so I didn't want to take the risk of spreading hate about someone just because of a gut feeling. Never in a million years, I would have imagined he was toying with girls from the Peaky Blinders community, collecting nudes, gaslighting/harassing them, breaking them into pieces, promising marriage, and going as far as to promise a life-saving medical treatment to a dear friend of mine. I am devastated by what I have read this morning, and "devasted" is not even powerful enough. Learning from Red that he talked about fucking me when we meet while we never talk about sex, never flirted or anything (we just small-talked once in a while lmao) might be a bit creepy but it's nothing compared to what he has done to girls here.

I am deeply sorry to all the people who have been hurt by his horrible actions and are now facing long-term consequences because of him, some of them being my close mutuals. I send positive vibes, love, and healing to every one of you who had to deal with this psycho. I know a lot of people have already said that but my DMs are opened if you need a safe place. The Peaky Blinders / Cillian Murphy community is a nice place, maybe the most welcoming place I've ever seen on the Internet but we should all keep in mind that it is not safe from ill-intentioned users and predators. Please stay safe and, for the victims, don't blame yourself. You haven't been naive nor stupid or anything. The only one to blame is the person behind Killian Vidal's persona, and for the evil you've done, I hope you'll get fucked with a chainsaw. Or just fucking rot in hell.

Shark.

[teamdilf]

In Which Rook Learns that Solas is Richer than the Maker

“How rich are you, wolfy?” While wandering around the Lighthouse, it occurred to her that furniture is not cheap and that, unless he stole a bunch of shit from Skyhold, he actually paid money for all of the stuff in here. 

That it was a waste of money need not be said, because she’s implied that his taste in decor doesn’t just border on pathetic; it leaps over the line. Scanning through Varric’s book about the inquisitor revealed Solas had dogshit sense of style - at least until he stopped cosplaying as a homeless guy and put on his big wolf pants. She glances over at a gold sculpture of a nude elf that has rubies as nipples because that’s obviously classy as fuck. 

“That is an antique,” Solas says in his own defence, as if ruby nipples are classy as long as they’re older than the Maker.

“So, on a scale of ‘apostate hobo’,” Solas lets out a grumble, “to ‘I can buy Orlais and turn it into my personal toilet’, how rich are you?” 

A long silence. “Why would I purchase Orlais to use as a toilet?” 

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

Kinktober Day 3: Fall Apart // Anakin Skywalker X Reader

Prompt: Anal // Glove Kink 

Note: sorry this one is a little shorter, Yesterday’s ended up being the pretty much the length of one of my normal fics so to stay on schedule I shortened this one up a bit! 

Warnings: Oral fixation! mention of fingering, sucking on fingers/glove, AFAB!Reader, Nude reader clothed male, bad writing and grammar

Word count: 450

Raised high over the streets of Coruscant with the wind hollowing outside and the speeders rushing by in a greay-tinted sky, you sit safely in his arms. The smooth leather tips of his gloved fingers smooths over your cheek while the rain presses a flurry of kisses to the apartment windows. 

You sit in his lap, his back against the headboard, not a stitch of clothing gracing your skin. Cozy black sweet pants still hug Anakin’s hips but his board chest is laid bare before you. Leaning forward to capture his soft lips in yours, you let your hands glide over the expanse of his toned chest, running up and down, over his shoulder, and up his neck to pull him closer in your embrace. 

Anakin moans into your kiss, hugging you tightly by the hip till your breasts are pressed flush against him. You pull away for breath, starry-eyed and breathless with a string of drool still connecting your lips. 

“Was that good baby girl?” He asks, voice low as he swipes his gloved thumb over your bottom lip. A shiver runs up your spine as you nod in response. You can feel him from the way you’re straddling his waist, his cock big and hard, pressed against your thigh, making you dizzy with want for him. 

Tentatively, you open your mouth and let your tongue sick out to lick at his gloved thumb. Anakin’s face breaks into a mischievous grin when he catches on and he gently pushes his thumb further in for you to suck on. You’re eyes flutter shut and you sigh around his finger. With his other hand, he cups your cheek. “So pretty for me.” 

You can feel the dampness between your thighs increase and you’re willing to bet anything that if you got up you would find a wet patch on his pants. All too soon, pulling his hand back and undoing the straps. 

“You want to help me take this off?” He asks, holding his hand out towards you. Instinctively, you bite the tip of the glove's index finger and slowly pull it off his metallic arm. “Hmm, so good for me.” He hums as you let the glove fall forgotten to the side. “Now,” He says as the both of you examine the delicate details of his robotic arm. “Why don’t you get these nice and wet so they can fuck that tight little pussy?” 

You greedily take two of his fingers in your mouth, relishing in the coolness on your tongue, and eagerly remember what they feel like inside of you. 

Maker,

Who knew all it took was his hands to make you fall apart? 

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